Lengthening Shadows Poem by Valsa George
Lengthening Shadows
Reclining in my armchair,
My eyes wander to the horizon far
And see darkness invading the Earth
Lost, so lost in the marauding loneliness
I watch the shadows of evening
Thickening around me and spreading a pall
I hear the rustle of wings
In the distant air
Is it a vulture or some other bird of prey?
Hovering over in circling motion?
With talons sharp and a malicious grin,
To hook me on its piercing claws,
And carry me to destinations unknown?
Reclining in my armchair,
Brooding in gloom,
On this twilight evening,
When shadows lengthen,
And the day darkens,
What prompts me to think of preying vultures?
Or leads me to meditate over fleeting time?
May be the thought of staying….
At the very brink of life
But pardon me of my selfish craving
Let me stay here a little longer!
Your craving is an innocent one! But as you wish to stay here a little longer, all these mental exercises turn out to be the luxury of a fantasy that has ever transported the craving poets unto a world lost between hope and dejection. It is nice to live a longer life while celebrating the concept of death, the greatest leveler. While reclining in the armchair next time, please spare the vulture which is enlisted as a species facing extinction. We poets have to train some other birds how to eat corpses! A thoroughly enjoyable write dear Valsa....
Maybe the pondering is succession planning with the harsh realization of our place in history, if remembered at all.
Thoughts go wild. Meditating over fleeting time is a natural phenomenon. Your conclusion is very appropriate - let us stay here a little longer and make the stay memorable. Thank your for a thought provoking poem.
Here, Death sits on his imperial throne, what powerful words to this powerful poem.
On this twilight evening, When shadows lengthen, And the day darkens, What prompts me to think of preying vultures? Or leads me to meditate over fleeting time? May be the thought of staying…. At the very brink of life.........But pardon me of my selfish craving / Let me stay here a little longer! ....nice poetic exdpression with tactful questions. Beautiful poem.
Oh this is so well crafted with so much emotions neatly woven with at the twilight hour of evening makes it a masterpiece.......Valsa.......great write....10/10
This is a very thought provoking write Valsa. Death or the thought of dying is a topic that hardly no one wants to discuss. This is an event that must happen to all no matter what race, creed, religion or color. Death is the great leveler of humanity but Jesus Christ has conquered it. Great write.
As the shadows lengthen your wandering thoughts goes to the forgotten graves, lost souls and the cycle of life in with the new out with the old. You capture with such clarity the mysteries of when the curtain falls and we bow out gracefully we hope. I'm enthralled by the superb quality of your writing! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/21/2025 11:20:11 AM # 1.0.0
It is said everybody wishes to go to Heaven, but everybody is never in a hurry to go to Heaven, this is how we humans think...Life rules strongly, only when it weakens, then the death gets a chance to overpower...desiring to live a long and normal life is also a kind of worship as life is a gift of God - He likes us to cherish it... the poem is a complete poetic piece, capturing the poet's brooding moments...the last 2 lines make the poem a natural human thought!